Novel & Cerita Sigma Wolfs

However, the healer was unsure of the phone numbers’ identities. A voice responded. The voice wasn’t a machine message. “Hello, Dominic? What’s wrong now?” The deep voice of a well-recognized male wolf. Ever since the secret existence of the supernatural condition broke. This voice belonged to Gregory Wolversen, Alpha of the Black River Pack and head of the Toronto Council of Alphas.

“Like ’ell I will. It behooves me to play against Rebely ’ere. He’s shit for poker. Always has been. That’s why I chose it, and you may be a pretty little piece, but there’ll be no Grey Wolves sitting at my table.” Lily’s heart stopped. She had to fight to keep her face straight. Rebel had warned her that Solomon wasn’t an easy man to pull one over on. That with his reputation, he might recognize her, but she hadn’t realized how much that would unnerve her. If they failed against Solomon, the blowback might come against her packmates. Solomon chuckled. He glanced over his shoulder toward the she-wolf at his back. “Did ye see that, Sophia? She didn’t think I’d know she’s a Grey Wolf, did she?

Werewolves differed from regular wolves not just in size and strength but also in the terrifying aura they exuded, capable of paralyzing one's soul and rendering them immobile, almost as if trapped in a trance. Slav tore through the hunters, launching them into the air with powerful swipes of his massive paws and head. He slammed into the van, causing it to jolt backward. The person in the passenger seat, likely a higher-ranking individual, desperately pounded on the partition separating them from the trunk. "Release Project 129 immediately! Contact headquarters and have them broadcast announcements on television. This situation has spiraled out of control."

The Southern Alliance had arrived. Through the dense mist, the frontline of the rebel army emerged. Nearly two thousand wolves, their fur matted with sweat and dirt, packed the narrow canyon floor. At the vanguard walked two giant wolves. One was an massive, ash-furred beast with bloodshot amber eyes—Alpha Colton. Beside him was a dark, scarred wolf with ragged ears—Alpha Jaxon. Behind them, wrapped in protective silver-plated armor, rode a carriage carrying Cheryl, her face twisted in a mask of anxious ambition.

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***

his words sharp and edged with disbelief. Sarai’s heart raced as she dared to peek through the keyhole. Her breath caught in her throat, her sapphire eyes widening in horror. What she saw sent a chill down her spine—Hugo standing amidst the wreckage, his sea-green eyes locked on a monstrous figure she barely recognized. It was a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one had light brown fur with a black patch across its back, its amber eyes glowing with a cruel intensity. The creature stood beside another, darker figure—Malrik—his grin wide with satisfaction.

“The legend speaks of a pair of wolves, one a black wolf and one a white wolf, whose eyes are blue. It’s said that these wolves are destined to lead, to unite the packs and bring balance to the world. They’re not just any wolves—they’re the chosen ones. Their bond is said to be unbreakable, and their strength unmatched.” I felt a chill crawl up my spine as I read the passage over her shoulder. “This sounds... too familiar.” Zora’s gaze met mine, and there was a flicker of understanding between us. “Sofia is a white wolf with blue eyes, and Alaric is a black wolf with blue eyes. It’s too much of a coincidence. What if they are the wolves from the legend? What if their bond, the power they sha

I used the Right of the Wolf,” Anar says in a hoarse voice. “Before Mother Moon, called by people and nonhumans Selena, Mene, Diana and a hundred other names, the son of a cursed family, with the name Arnar bestowed by you, demands the Right of the Wolf,” Lily said without hesitation. Wake her up at night and she won't remember her name, but the phrase is deeply rooted. The words, whispered at the edge of hearing, made Leo laugh out loud. - Seriously? he says through laughter. “God,” Valeria says under her breath.

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

He chuckled, but kind of softly. - Yeah, just imagine. Several times I saw you fooling around behind your house. And only then I realized when I joined your company: it’s very comfortable and calm with you, you attract me like the sun and warm me with your warmth. And if our beasts, as you think, really pushed us towards each other, it would have happened sooner, Leah. From the very first sight. Usually the rest of the werewolves do this: as soon as they smell a couple, they are drawn to each other. But we don’t have that situation: your artifact blocks the smell, that’s why there was no recognition, and even now I catch only the subtlest echoes of yours, namely your smell. And then, just be